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salesman trying to sell something. “But don't worry, this little baby was mine a long time before I ever met you.”
                My mind wasn't quite accepting this whole...seeing a ghost thing, so I tried to focus on avoiding the obvious.
                “What happened, how did you get stuck in that chair?”
                “Nothing real exciting. Childhood accident.” he spun the chair up and leaned back in it, balancing carefully on the two big back wheels. His strong arms flexed while his hands twisted and played with the chair, spinning it back and forth. “I was climbing a tree when I was about 8 years old, it was this really big walnut tree in the back yard. My best friend got our kit plane stuck and I was going to be the big hero and get it back down. I don't even remember falling.”
                “I'm sorry, did it hurt for a long time?” not focusing on Nic being a ghost seemed to help. He actually looked more solid, I could almost pretend that he was just another patient at the hospital.
                He shrugged his shoulders. A knock on the open door startled me and Nic was suddenly a hazy version of himself.
                “Samantha, I see you're awake.” Dr. Swaresh smoothed his coat and consulted his clipboard. He made his way into the room and I found that I couldn't take my eyes off him. He pulled a chair through a very irritated Nic and sat beside the bed. Nic made mocking faces as Dr. Swaresh spoke.
                “How are you feeling?” the concern in his eyes was very genuine and my heart went out to him. He had taken such care in making me well again that I felt like I owed him something. I mumbled something about being generally alright although it was a complete lie, my leg ached fiercely and I was afraid that my leap from the bed had caused some added injury. I didn't mention it because I didn't want him to feel like he was doing a bad job.
                “Tell him about your leg.” Nic motioned from behind Dr. Swaresh to get my attention. “He should look at your leg, don't be an idiot.” I pulled the covers farther over my leg to let Nic know I had no intention of being bullied by anyone, dead or alive. Honestly though, the pain was starting to get to me and I blame that on what happened next.
                “I'm glad things are going well.” Dr. Swaresh adjusted awkwardly in his seat. “Have you thought anymore about our decision to operate?”
                “What?” My mouth fell
                “I told you it looked bad.” Nic imitated my voice “Everything's fine Doctor Hot Pants...don't worry about me..blah blah blah” My face exploded with heat.
                “Shut up Nic!” My hand reached for the first thing I could grab, my purse, and I launched it with all my effort at him, still pantomiming me from his chair. The purse made a loud clatter across the floor and everything inside of it became instantly outside of it. Lipstick, tampons, five and a half dollars in change, a couple of burned cd's, a collection of colorful condoms, a notepad with embarrassing personal memos and the offending pack of cigarettes and lighter all exploded like treats out of a pinata. I was mortified.
                I dove under the covers of my bed and pretended that I'd just had some sort of vivid nightmare that would all be put right when I woke up. I knew it couldn't be a dream when I heard the Dr.'s kind voice call back from the door.
                “I'll get someone to help clean this up and we can talk more tomorrow.” He quietly shut the big door and I was left alone...well almost. Nic whistled his annoying tune, he sounded like a damn cowboy.
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                With the covers drawn up over my eyes I couldn't see where he was but I knew he was still there.
                “Why are you still here?” I groaned behind my